I’ve wandered through cities and whispered to skies, Seeking the spark in a stranger’s eyes. Through moonlit streets and shadowed lanes, I’ve called for love, but silence remains. In echoes of laughter and fleeting glances, I’ve felt its pull, those subtle chances. Yet love, it seems, is a fleeting bird, A song half-heard, a voice unheard. But still, I search with an open heart, Through every end, in each new start. For love may hide, but it waits somewhere, In a tender touch or a whispered prayer. And when it comes, soft as the rain, I’ll know that all this wandering wasn’t in vain.